Chapter 21: The Benefits of Being Behind Closed Doors

A/N: So… I forget if I've mentioned this before, but I'm kind of a Pinterest fiend. And sure, I occasionally post pics of food I'll never cook, clothes I'll never wear, or a house I'll never live in, but mostly I concentrate of humorous pictures relating to pop culture I enjoy. I have a board of book and literature humor, a board for Sherlock, a board for crime shows, a board for Harry Potter, a board for Star Trek humor… and then there's the board of attractive celebrities *sighs dreamily* Anyways, so I was pinning pics of Shemar Moore and Mathew Gray Gubler (seriously, I'm about to start shipping Morgan and Reid because of the way the ACTORS behave!) and then I decided to make a board of my ships, and naturally… there is plenty of Chulu! ^_^() And so I was on Google for AGES, searching for Chulu pics and… well… This chapter is the natural result of me staring at sexy pics of Chulu (and god damn, I wish I could draw! There are so many talented artists out there, I can't stand it!)

I promised steamy at the end of the last chapter, and I did my best to deliver… this is pretty much the most detailed thing I've ever done and I'm scared to death that you guys are going to think it's terrible… *hides under desk in shame* Yeah, you guys may not believe it, but I am incredibly insecure about my own writing, and I panic every time I do something really new… I try not to let it show too often, but oh my god this is… really different… *hides even further under desk*

Oh, and aggressive!Chekov is making yet another appearance because DUH! (I seriously did not realize that this was one of my kinks until I started writing this fic…)

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, the characters, Pinterest, or any of the things I pin *sad sigh*

When Pavel Chekov woke up alone only three days before his eighteenth birthday, he experienced a moment of panicked confusion. Now that he and Hikaru had come to an agreement about their mutual attraction, Chekov hadn't spent a single night in his own room. Although they'd kept everything perfectly PG, it was still nice to be able to enjoy each other's company without worrying about being judged by the rest of the crew.

It was a very careful balancing act for the pair, but especially for Chekov. Hikaru was naturally a cautious person, so it was extremely rare for him to do anything besides look, and maybe let his hand linger on Chekov's shoulder or back for a second too long. But Chekov had many admirers on the ship, and the younger man wanted to let it be known once and for all that he wasn't available.

So there had been the lingering glances, sitting close enough at lunch that their shoulders brushed while they talked with Nyota, and (on VERY rare occasions) a quick peck on the cheek or lips, usually given by Chekov to Hikaru. But there was never anything overt, nothing to warrant complaints to superior officers or (heaven forbid) Starfleet Headquarters… But keeping things kosher was taking its toll, and Chekov was relieved that soon they wouldn't have to hide their love behind closed doors.

But if they had to be behind closed doors anyways… might as well make the most of it.

Chekov finally heard the noise of running water in the bathroom. So Hikaru had woken up before his alarm and turned it off so he could get ready without disturbing Chekov's slumber. It was sweet, and Chekov couldn't help but smile as he got out of bed.

Hikaru was just finishing shaving when Chekov walked in, and Chekov took the opportunity to admire his boyfriend's shirtless and towel-draped physique. And his eyes lingered for an extra moment on the fresh bruise on Hikaru's collarbone, dutifully replaced by Chekov whenever it started to fade. He enjoyed marking the other man as his, and the fact that it drove Hikaru wild only made it better. As of yet, Chekov was still unmarked, as they had decided by mutual consent that it was better to maintain plausible deniability. After all, a hickey on the underage navigator would be a bit difficult to explain away…

Chekov realized he was licking his lips and he stopped quickly before Hikaru noticed. Hikaru caught his eye in the mirror and finally turned his head.

"What?" he asked. "Did I miss a spot?"

So he'd been caught staring… at least he hadn't been caught licking his lips… Chekov had to take a moment to swallow, and Hikaru waited for him to speak.

"Nyet… you did not miss a spot… You are just…" He hesitated a second longer, then took a few steps until he was just close enough to touch, though he didn't yet. "You are just… stunning." And he finally reached out, his fingertips brushing the smooth skin on Hikaru's cheek.

For just a moment, Hikaru's eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into the touch, then his eyes snapped open again. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for shift?" he asked.

"Can I kiss you good morning first?"

A small half-smile appeared on Hikaru's face, and his shining eyes were enough of an answer, so Chekov leaned in and kissed him. And he couldn't resist kissing more than just his mouth, lips brushing against the smooth cheeks and stubble-free chin… feather-light kisses that teased and promised more than they satisfied either party. But Hikaru's aftershave was intoxicating, and Chekov could have happily drowned in the scent, letting it overwhelm his senses.

Hikaru gasped as Chekov pressed his lips more forcefully against the dark bruise on his collarbone. He had turned completely to face Chekov while they kissed, and now his hands gripped the edge of the counter. Chekov took advantage of that, pressing his body against Hikaru's, and yes, there was proof that Hikaru was finding all this very sexy…

A soft chuckle distracted him from placing kisses down the smooth planes of Hikaru's chest. Chekov glanced up. "Vhat is funny?"

"Just…" Hikaru gasped as Chekov blew on a spot he'd just kissed. "Just that… no one would believe me… if I told them…" He finally pried his hands off the counter, sliding them up Chekov's t-shirt, and the younger man squirmed at the contact. Soon the t-shirt was on the floor, and Hikaru's fingers were dancing across Chekov's bare back.

"Told dem vhat?" Chekov pressed when Hikaru fell silent again.

"Told them how aggressive you can be… and how unbelievably hot it is seeing you like this," Hikaru finally panted out as Chekov's tongue teased at first one nipple, then the other. "Damnit, Pavel…" he moaned, dipping his head back. "You should not be so good at this." For a moment, his nails scrabbled against Chekov's skin, seeking purchase and finding none.

Chekov smirked. "Dere are many tings I am good at dat I should not be. Vould you like to find out vhat one of dose tings is?" His hands danced along Hikaru's hipbones, just on the edge of the towel wrapped around his boyfriend's waist.

It took a moment for Hikaru to catch up. "Pavel, that is such a bad idea," he said, though the breathlessness of his voice belied the words a little.

Chekov knew his smile was perfectly sweet and innocent. "It is not sex, so ve are still keeping to the rules. Besides… ve haff both been haffing a difficult time. Dis vill take de edge off."

"It still counts as…" Hikaru began, but he shut up when Chekov's leg slipped between his… Chekov's thigh pressing against him, the towel creating friction that Chekov could only imagine was overwhelming. Chekov lightly pressed one finger to Hikaru's lips.

"Hush. Let me."

For just a moment, he thought Hikaru wasn't going to let go of him… not that he really minded being pinned by those arms, made so muscular by fencing and working out. But slowly the grip loosened, and Chekov was allowed to slide to his knees in front of Hikaru. Chekov's hands shook for only a moment as he carefully unwrapped the towel, and Hikaru bit his lip as his cock sprang free.

Hikaru gasped as Chekov's fingers wrapped themselves around his cock, and the moan that escaped his lips when Chekov's tongue traced the head was positively obscene. It took every ounce of self-control that Chekov possessed to keep going slowly, but he didn't want to rush anything, not now. His tongue moved languidly down the shaft, soaking in the taste that was so uniquely and wonderfully Hikaru. For a moment, Hikaru's fingers gripped Chekov's shoulders, but then they were gone, and Chekov looked up to see Hikaru was gripping the edge of the counter instead.

Chekov barely resisted rolling his eyes and glanced up at Hikaru through his eyelashes, fixing him with a carefully seductive stare. "I vill not break," he whispered, one hand covering one of Hikaru's and bringing it back to his own shoulder. And he gripped Hikaru's hip with one hand before taking as much of Hikaru's cock into his mouth as he could manage. And he was rewarded by fingernails digging into not one but both shoulders. There was no pressure in either direction, no pushing or pulling; only the dig of very appreciative nails as a stream of curses left Hikaru's lips.

Chekov pressed more firmly against Hikaru's hip, guarding against what he was sure would be inevitable thrusting, but Hikaru was surprisingly steady, even if he was slowly going to pieces. The other hand moved to pump at the shaft even as his tongue danced over every inch he could reach. And when he sucked, he felt Hikaru shiver and heard the low whining noise he made.

It was over far too soon, in Chekov's estimation. Then again, he wouldn't have minded doing this all day, so perhaps he was a tad biased. But when he heard Hikaru's breath hitch and felt the pressure from his fingers change, Chekov knew exactly what was coming, and he swallowed down everything, his fingers still working Hikaru's cock as he shuddered through his orgasm. And then Hikaru's hands were off his shoulders and Chekov could feel Hikaru sagging slightly against the counter… but he still managed to grip Chekov's wrist in one hand, pulling the younger man to his feet and bringing him in for a kiss.

"Talented," Hikaru murmured, his lips brushing against Chekov's, they were still so close. "God, Pavel, you're so unbelievably amazing."

"Flatterer," Chekov teased, kissing him again.

"Let me…" Hikaru began.

Chekov shook his head. "Nyet, dere is not time. Later, maybe," he added with a sweet smile. Hikaru looked ready to fall to the floor, so Chekov left him to it, slipping into the shower and taking himself in hand before he could get to the business of getting ready for another day on the bridge. His head rested for a moment against the shower wall as he replayed every nuance of Hikaru's expression… and somehow that was more erotic than any of his previous fantasies.

Hikaru Sulu was of the opinion that it was simply not right for someone to look that good on his knees… but Pavel was always full of surprises. That very talented tongue made him dizzy, and it had been a challenge not to start thrusting into that warm cavern that was Pavel's mouth, but Sulu was absolutely a gentleman and that sort of thing just wasn't done.

Somehow that gentlemanly streak didn't stop him from leaving deep red scratches scoring Pavel's shoulders and shoulder blades. But at least those would be easily concealing beneath the uniform shirt.

As the aftershocks of his orgasm wore up, Sulu couldn't help but notice the small white trail that had managed to slip free from Pavel's mouth. Between that and the scratches, he looked thoroughly debauched and Hikaru had to resist the urge to ruffle those curls to enhance the effect. There would be time for that later, he reminded himself sternly. But he did pull Pavel to his feet, kissing away the evidence, though there was little he could do about the slightly swollen lips. Tasting himself mixed with Pavel's unique flavor was an experience that Sulu decided would also have to be repeated.

"Talented," he heard himself sigh, even as he took another taste. "God, Pavel, you're so unbelievably amazing."

"Flatterer," Pavel teased, kissing him back, but not quickly enough that Sulu didn't see the little smirk that appeared and vanished in just a moment.

Hikaru was also a big believer in mutual satisfaction. Although he wasn't sure how much time they had before shift, surely there was enough to reciprocate in some way… "Let me…" he started to say.

But Pavel was a step ahead of him (of course he was!), and already moving towards the shower. "Nyet, dere is not time. Later, maybe." And that smile on his face left Sulu in no doubt that Pavel would be collecting on this promise, even if he hadn't strictly agreed yet. Then again, saying the words weren't necessary… and Pavel knew that.

While Pavel showered, Hikaru cleaned up (though Pavel had been thorough and little was required) and dressed, making sure that he was completely presentable and showed no signs of their little morning activities. And he was ready to leave when Pavel emerged, fully dressed, from the bathroom with only minutes to go before their shift started. They left Sulu's quarters together and headed straight for the lift, which was deserted as they began their ascent to the bridge.

"Remember," Pavel said suddenly, "Kommander Spock is a touch-telepath."

Sulu couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Pav, if you think that what we did this morning is worse than some of the things I've thought about you, you're crazy."

Pavel looked at his, eyebrows going up and interest snapping in those hazel eyes.

"Trust me, I know better than to let Spock get access to my thoughts," Sulu said with a rueful grin. "I'd rather not be thrown in the brig…"

Pavel nodded, but his eyebrows remained in place.

"And no, I'm not telling you about those fantasies. Not now, anyways," he amended. "Maybe later." And he ruffled Pavel's curls just as the lift doors open, setting off a stream of Russian exclamations that made Nyota stare at both of them as they stepped onto the bridge. She grabbed her PADD and typed something into it. As they sat down at their consoles, Pavel's PADD beeped at him.

"What does Nyota want?" Sulu asked, lowering his voice as much as he could and praying that Spock couldn't hear them.

Pavel glanced back at their commander, then boldly scooted his chair until it bumped into Sulu's, showing him the Russian letters gracing his screen. Sulu lifted his eyebrows expectantly.

"She is vanting to know vhat ve vere talking about in de lift," Pavel said, a mischievous grin appearing on his face, one that Sulu was relieved that no one else could see.

"And what will you tell her?" Sulu asked.

And he couldn't help but admire Nyota's cleverness. Spock may have known many languages, but it was common knowledge that he was not fluent in most of the Terren dialects since everyone on Earth was able to speak Standard. Questioning Pavel in his native tongue insured that Spock would not be privy to the conversation… and might increase her chances of picking up some juicy gossip.

Pavel smirked, typed a few characters, and sent it back to Nyota. A moment later, she swiveled in her seat to stick her tongue out at Pavel… and Sulu, though he didn't know why he had to be included in that.

"Okay, people, shift has started!" Kirk called out, shooting a glare at his communications officer, pilot, and navigator. It lacked any real venom though, and everyone just nodded to him. Pavel slid back to his seat, casually ignoring Sulu's attempts to catch his eye. It was nearly forty minutes later before Sulu was able to speak to him properly again.

"Come on, what did you say to her?" Sulu hissed, still worrying that Spock would overhear them.

Pavel finally turned to face Sulu, and he leaned in close, so close that his lips brushed the edge of Sulu's ear, making him shiver in his seat. "I told her to mind her own business," he murmured in Sulu's ear. At Sulu's incredulous look, he added, "Vhat did you tink I vas going to tell her, dat I gawe you head in de bathroom before shift? As if!" he snorted.

The snort and the indignant look on his face, coupled with the way he'd said everything, pushed Sulu into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, and he had to clap his hand firmly over his mouth to muffle the sounds before Kirk had to reprimand him for not taking their work on the bridge seriously.

Yes, there were a great many things Sulu loved about the young man next to him…

A/N: Okay, Pavel's part was a bit longer than I'd planned on… I know Hikaru's part kind of didn't have a lot going on, but I liked the bantering…

Okay, so I'm finally actually starting to think about winding this fic down. Unless something drastic happens, the next chapter will be Pavel's birthday, yay! I'd like this fic to have AT LEAST 25 chapters… I'd REALLY like it if it would have 30, but I don't think I'm gonna make it to 30… I have ideas for like five more chapters though, so who knows exactly what's gonna happen…

Oh, and in case anyone's interested, I started posting another Star Trek fic based on the movie Red, and it's a Chulu because why the hell not, you know? And I'm still hard at work on two other AU's(more details next chapter or the one after that… sometime soon) with plans for a third in the works… and then I also want to write two other in-canon fics but neither one is going to be as long as this one… In fact, one of them is probably going to either be a one-shot or a two-shot… great… Oh well. More details as my writing continues!